Thoughts from another place, another place:
On my daily walk in the mountains I get a reminder of our origins every time. We all come from a woman's body, we have all lain in some woman's womb without our knowledge. As the sea and the mountains and the earth have neither beginning nor end. The sea is the water that is in our body, the mountain that is the shelter, the skin.
It is connected and becomes so clear here - clean from the plastic fantastic that so many paradisiacal plastics have destroyed.
The present is ongoing all the time, and changing all the time.
Like the artist's eternal process, it's ongoing all the time. (that was complicated...)
Something nice to come to a new place. The first days pure euphoria and gratitude, followed by days of reflection and slowness which is necessary to create. As I longed for.
On my walks, the faithful sketchpad is close at hand, like a diary stuck in pictures, doodles. The best lunch ever in Esentepe has stuck. Perhaps it was the environment that contributed and the charming owner.